At 32 Weeks Pregnant, He Thought I'd Never Leave

Synopsis

At 32 Weeks Pregnant, He Thought I'd Never Leave "He was at my place until almost two in the morning." My husband's old college friend said it casually across the dinner table, as if I already knew. I didn't. I was thirty-two weeks pregnant. The night before, Evan had texted me: Stuck at the gym with a late assessment. Don't wait up, babe. I had fallen asleep waiting for him to come home. Now he sat beside me, calm as ever, telling me it was nothing. Maybe it was. But if there was nothing to hide, why had my husband lied to me? And why did I already know I wouldn't be waiting for him again?